Cloud Nothings, Sealion, Soviet

Thursday, November 3, at Canton Co-Op

Cleveland's Cloud Nothings is the solo project of one Dylan Baldi, who is 19 and dropped out of college to focus on writing scrambling, buzzing, lo-fi pop-punk tunes, many of which were composed and recorded in his parents' basement.

Baldi's full-length debut hyperactively clashes sugary melodies with blasting, spazzing guitars and vocals — kind of like a less-bratty Nathan Williams. His music is adolescent in a lovable, we've-all-been-there kind of way: On one song he petulantly repeats "I don't understand at all"; on another, caught in the gleeful grip of first love, he sings "We never go to bed/We just stay up and talk instead."